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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bankroll Fresh
Bankroll Fresh
Vocals
Travis Porter
Travis Porter
Vocals
Street Money Boochie
Street Money Boochie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trentavious Zamon White Sr.
Trentavious Zamon White Sr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
217
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lookin' like a trapper when I walked in the buildin' (Yeah)
That mean I got on somethin' expensive (Yeah)
Know my frames, they killin' (Yeah)
All these hoes, I'm killin' (Yeah)
**** came from dope dealin' (Yeah)
Dirt bike, four wheelin' (Woo)
Comin' up the street, I'm peelin' (Skrrt)
Comin' up the street, I'm peelin'
[Verse 2]
And I might just lose the ceilin'
And I'm tryna grind up on a million
And I might kill it if I feel it
Hell yeah, damn right I kill it if she give it (Damn right)
MAC got extension
Take it and we flip it, take it and remix it
Bring it back, sixteen curves on them hoes
Bank too big need pockets like Girbaud
Hold up, wait, know exactly how it goes
It's Boochie
[Verse 3]
No, bet you can't do it like this
Fully loaded diamond on both of my wrist
Me and Joblow gonna scheme on your bitch (Hold up)
Allen Temple, **** gettin' money out the six (Zones)
Street Money Nino got a hundred in the six (Grrt)
I ain't no gas, I'ma jug this mid (Hold up)
Pint comin' in, I'ma lean like this (Hold up)
I ain't hit hard like, "Shawty, you lit"
[Verse 4]
Fuck all these rappers, my trap look like Casper
Came in like this, turn it up on you bastards
After I smash her lil' **** can have her
Fuck from the front, then I'm turnin' her backwards
Ask all those strippers, I stay with that cash
I'm in a dipper, I'm movin' them bags
Play with that money we put on a mask
New No Limit, we bustin' your ass
[Verse 5]
Lookin' like a trapper when I walked in the buildin' (Yeah)
That mean I got on somethin' expensive (Yeah)
Know my frames, they killin' (Yeah)
All these hoes, I'm killin' (Yeah)
**** came from dope dealin' (Yeah)
Dirt bike, four wheelin' (Yeah)
Comin' up the street, I'm peelin' (Yeah)
Comin' up the street, I'm peelin' (Fresh)
[Verse 6]
I walked in, throw it to the ceilin' (Yeah)
Lookin' like a motherfuckin' million (Yeah)
Lookin' like I motherfuckin' got it (I got it)
Stop flexin', bitch, you ain't really poppin'
Big bottled waters, all these bottles what we poppin'
Ace of Spades poppin', Rose poppin'
Bitch, we poppin', you really jockin'
Y'all **** flexin', y'all ain't got it
[Verse 7]
I got two bitches, they gettin' wild
These bitches wanna do doggy style
I got one black and I got one Chinese
She be talkin' to me she say, "Kung Pow"
I fucked it up, I just made a pile
Smokin' this shit up, I made a cloud
Then fucked it up at the after hour
4:42, yeah, it can't wait to growl
Bitch, your ass ugly, and your ass is musty
So freeze bitch, here go a bar of Dial
Stankin' ass breath smell like Black and Mild
I'm fresh as hell, bitch, wipe me down
[Verse 8]
Lookin' like a trapper when I walked in the buildin' (Yeah)
That mean I got on somethin' expensive (Yeah)
Know my frames, they killin' (Yeah)
All these hoes I'm killin' (Yeah)
**** came from dope dealin' (Yeah)
Dirt bike, four wheelin' (Yeah)
Comin' up the street, I'm peelin' (Yeah)
Comin' up the street, I'm peelin' (Yeah)
[Verse 9]
All of these hoes be starin'
All of my shit exclusive
She want me 'cause I'm cooler (Yeah)
Lookin' like a goddamn jeweler
Might fly to Bermuda (Whoa)
Thank God a **** rich, hallelujah (Hallelujah)
I flew her out and I barely even knew her (Hallelujah)
I fucked her, now that bitch Luda
[Verse 10]
Got wild in the bed, lookin' like Frank Lucas
Me and my goddamn shooters
Carbon got a goddamn cooler
Clip like a goddamn ruler
These bitches faded, be actin' funny
All that she want is a bag of money
Get her on molly, she actin' slutty
Hit from the back and she ate her buddy
[Verse 11]
Lookin' like a trapper when I walked in the buildin' (Yeah)
That mean I got on somethin' expensive (Yeah)
Know my frames, they killin' (Yeah)
All these hoes I'm killin' (Yeah)
**** came from dope dealin' (Yeah)
Dirt bike, four wheelin' (Yeah)
Come in the street I'm peelin' (Yeah)
Come in the street I'm peelin' (Yeah)
Written by: Nosakhere Andrews, Trentavious Zamon White Sr., Lakeem Grant, Donquez Woods, Harold Duncan

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